Stacia looks around for the source of the voice and smiles warmly when she finds it. She doesn't recognize the woman, but given that she's in the Pole, it probably means she's in the same boat as the rest of them. Or an enemy spy or whatever, but probably the former.

"Yeah," she says. "I don't know how much trouble an unsupervised flying kid could get into here at the Pole, but I'd feel bad if I just let him find out. And since my Rage doesn't excuse me from babysitting in this instance..."

Hang on. Stacia's brows knit together and her expression darkens.

"Son of a fuck."